If we were to go to Paris or London or Cairo, our eyes would be wide-open, soaking up everything, along with all our other activated senses. But in Forest Park Southeast, we trudge along, cursing our fate, instead of tuning into the wonders all around.
If we were to go to Paris or London or Cairo, our eyes would be wide-open, soaking up everything, along with all our other activated senses. But in Forest Park Southeast, we trudge along, cursing our fate, instead of tuning into the wonders all around.
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